I'm not ready

So my line sister had her baby today, a beautiful baby girl, and upon hearing the news I instantly felt weird. It's like, one minute you're pregnant, and the next you're not. My whole being felt weird, like, wow, that's gonna be me in a few months. And no, I'm not ready, not at all. I totally don't mind being pregnant, I have no complaints whatsoever. I actually think I am a little scared to give birth...so it has me thinking, what am I gonna be like come May? How am I gonna react when the water breaks? I mean, I'm not going to have lamaze class or anything like that, so I'm going at it old school style like they did back in the day. No new technology methods for me, nope, just straight water break and push when they tell me to. So yeah...I'm not ready...ask me in a few months and see if my answer changes...

Is it time yet??

26 Weeks 2 Days

Someone asked me today, "Are you tired of being pregnant?" My response, "nope". And why might you ask. As I explained to my co-worker, the baby and I are chilling. I enjoy that I can feel him move around throughout the day, and he definitely is more active now. I wish I could get another sonogram to see his face, but the doctor informed us that we probably wouldn't be having another one performed unless something is wrong, so oh well to that. But I'm definitely not to the point where I'm tired of being pregnant or wish he would just come already. I need all the time possible to prepare for his arrival, and right now, I don't think Francis or I am ready for what's in store!

Side note: I think its funny that I look like one of those shrunken head dolls- you know, small head, big body, lol! I was looking at myself in the mirror today and my head is so small compared to my body right now, its crazy! HA!

But seriously, we are starting to pick up weight now. I have gained about 10lbs since October 31st...and approximately 6 of those 10 lbs came in the last month. I need to watch my sugar intake...I've been maxing some cake and coffee rolls and ice cream lately. And no, its not like I'm having cravings for these things..they have just been readily available and me being baby greedy as always, I'm just taking it while its available. But I am in no way trying to get HUGE, nor am I trying to have one of those big babies that get stuck at delivery time. If we can avoid cutting, I say we do that, ya know.

So yeah, Baby Lopez moves more frequently now, although we still keep a good bedtime schedule. I see what they say when they get so big that its like a snake moving across your stomach..but he's so fast that when I try to lift my shirt to see if I can see him moving, he just stops. So I've yet to see the movement across the belly...but I definitely feel it. Movement is good, he doesn't press on my bladder anymore and I only wake up once in the middle of the night to pee instead of every hour :)

Me no likey the doctor

24 Weeks 4 Days

So Francis and I went for a routine OB visit a few days ago to have my glucose levels screened and check the baby, etc. We get there, running late as usual, and I go to drink my sugary drink. Now, I thought it was gonna be super nasty, but it was actually ok-at first. I had the lemon lime flavor, and was like, oh, its like drinking a sprite...but half way through it I'm like, ugh, the aftertaste is killing me. I slightly wanted to vomit...and I don't think Baby Lopez liked it either. But anyways, we got through that..now we're just waiting for the results. In the meanwhile, we saw a new doctor - very nice lady- who was doing her job and trying to check the heartbeat. So she lubes up my belly and starts putting the little monitor over it and nothing. She moves it around some more to different parts and still nothing. At this point I'm like, why don't we hear anything? So as she's pressing on my belly he kicks out hard! Francis saw it from across the room like , did you see that? I guess Baby Lopez was tired of her pressing on his head or something. Frankly, I was getting kinda sore from her pressing so hard as well. So she found the heartbeat and pressed in some more while moving my belly to one side and he punched again! He was like, dang lady, leave me alone, lol. The doctor was like, wow, he's a feisty one :) I thought it was funny. He settled down once she stopped pressing the monitor on my belly.

That blasted 3 a.m urge to pee....

It gets me every morning....I get up at about 3:30 a.m. with the need to release myself...then climb back into bed and try to resume my previous position to sleep...except, I CAN'T! Stupid insomnia! For the past few days I have remained awake with various random thoughts clogging my brain and the need for sleep that I can't achieve. Donovan usually wakes up about thirty to forty five minutes later and starts kicking and moving around. Not only am I awake, but I've awaken the baby. Aint that about nothing. So then I find myself talking to him cause who else am I suppose to talk to at 4 a.m.? And what sucks even more is that I will find my self drifting off into the land of sheep, and then my alarm goes off for me to start my day! Is there no hope???? I do love feeling him kick though, lets me know he's ok in there :) I can't wait until I can see his face...I'm real curious to see what he's gonna look like. And he's gonna be a good baby, I just know it..I've spoken this into existance - I hope. But yeah..that's about all going on here... Donovan is 25 weeks and 4 days old today, pics will be posted of the belly soon (I hope), and we have a doctors appointment very soon. Our last one was full of good news..he's growing at a good rate and everything looks good so far, so as I've been telling people all day today, we've been chillin :)

I'm just a vessel...

So as I'm driving home today I begin to have the same thoughts that I've had this whole week...I'm just an incubator. My body has been invaded by a foreign being that feeds off of me. I am just an safe haven- growing, stretching, itching, and conforming to whatever shape makes the baby happy. And just to think....24 weeks ago this baby was nothing but a micro organism that has completely expanded into something that moves- yes- it moves and I can see it! Not only do I get beat up from time to time (only on Sundays in church), but I can feel him moving all across my tummy...sometimes really low, sometimes high where if I look down I see the wave. This whole idea of childbirth and child bearing is such an amazing thing. Just the whole concept of conception and all the stages up until childbirth. I really appreciate that I can now feel and see him moving though. It makes me happy and I feel a sense of joy just knowing that I am going to be the mother of a beautiful baby boy really soon. This is my little parasite (that's how the midwife once described the baby...because if I didn't give him the nutrients he needed, he would feed off of my bones, etc, to get what was necessary). Let's just say...life from here on out is going to be interesting...

Baby Abuse

22 weeks

A previous post reminded me of this past Sunday. So we are in church, and Baby Lopez (yes, he is still Baby Lopez...we will talk about that in a minute) is moving around. Now, when he kicks its usually really low and just feels kinda weird, nothing major. Today in church pastor was getting good into his message and so was the baby. The louder the pastor got, the harder I got kicked. Every time he finished a sentence on a high (loud note), bam! I got kicked. I was sitting in my seat jumping like I had sever hiccups or something! I even put Francis hand on my belly for him to feel. It was non-stop action. I don't know if he was trying to tell me something or he just got excited by pastor's voice, but whatever the case may be, it was quite the different experience. Now he's back to his regular light kicks that just feel weird. I'ma test this theory out next Sunday that he just has a thing for pastor getting all loud, but at the same token, I don't wanna get beat up from the inside every Sunday!

Oh, and the name game.... so after we found out it was a boy, Francis decides to make a compromise with me ( this was, of course, a few days later). He says " if the baby looks like me, we will name him Francis Jr, if it looks like you, you can name him, and if it looks like my brother, we will name his Samuel. Now, Francis really wants to name the baby Samuel regardless...I think we should make Samuel the middle name and choose a first name that we both agree on. I don't even have a problem with naming him Francis Samuel...that's my compromise. I am really a fan of calling the baby Baby Eli for some reason too though. I like Elisha as a first name...last night Francis told me he likes Elijah better than Elisha...cause Elisha sounds like a girl. Anyone who I say Elisha to automatically thinks I said Elijah...which could pose a problem for the baby growing up. So yeah...we still don't have a name. I asked him if we could go back over our list that we had back when we first found out we were expecting and see if anything jumps out. I fear, however, that the baby will not be named until he is in this world. On a lighter side...Francis says to me the other day, I really need to figure out what I'm going to name this baby. I said, oh really. You need to figure out what to name our baby that is coming out of my vagina? He said, yeah, that's my fatherly duty. Hmp...I don't think so!

The XY factor

So on January 2nd, Francis and I went for our possibly last ultrasound. As soon as we get in the room the tech asks us if we want to know the sex of the baby. Francis is like " Yeah, that's what we're here for! lol). Needless to say, within five minutes of us having the gel on the belly, she pronounces, "It's a boy!" and types XY with an arrow next to his pee pee. Francis smiled for the whole hour after that :) Our little man likes to move his hands alot. Francis asked the tech if he was throwing up gang signs, lol. The tech also showed us the baby in 3D....and I was like, whoa, that looks like an alien baby, not cute at all...needeless to say, I don't have those pictures. He wouldn't get into a position where she could take better pictures either...sounds like a stubborn Taurus man to me.

So we go to my grandmother's house to show her the new pictures...and pronounce the sex of the baby. When she see's the pic of his pee pee, she like, "Wow that baby has alot down there"! Francis is like..."Yeah boy, that's Lopez right there". She gives him the crazy look and we go about our business. But then other people have had the same reaction as well...in church, work, chapter, with whoever I show the picture....I'ma ask the doctor if there is something unusual about my baby's pee pee...if she says he's fine, then I guess he will just be a well endowed man ;)